All The Way (Pimp Hop) - Statik Selektah, Snoop Dogg, Wais P

If you gon' go, darling, go all the way

I wanna see

Listen, baby

If you gon' go, darling, go all the way

I just wanna see, baby

Step right in, come on down see you’s a bad girl

And I’mma put you on your knees then your back girl

I burn you out, I flip you out, I turn you out

And show you 'bout some freaky shit that you ain’t never knew about

Yes sir, you know I heard all about you

I’m here to re-route you, need to see what that mouth do

Virgin-a-listic, imperialistic

I got a t-shirt full of your lipstick

Go down, boo, go ahead and kiss it

I’m about to explode don’t you miss it

A whole mouth full, don’t be scared and don’t be bashful

One more question that I must ask you

Do you like or love it when I smash you?

Bring your girlfriends cause you have to

Now go away and get it, now bring it right back, boo

Go

Platform Persians, Panamera swervin'

See a fly bitch, had a Porsche, U-turnin'

Dropping off, picking off, baby, get my digits up

Buy her a Birkin now maybe you can visit her

About to finish her, you fucking free her

I pick her up, switch her to a Benz from a Kia

And I don’t need her, I put money before divas

That’s how I’m rocking fur, somebody run tell PETA

Who cares?

New Airs, Louie loafs for the public

What I rap about I really got, look and judge it

I’m like the Jim Morrison without the chorus in

Type of cat to drink til I black, wake up and pour again

It’s war again, Benz 550's what we touring in

If you gon' go then hit the and pour it in

It ain’t a chore again, it should be natural

Factual, it’s like if your money slow, I slap you, ho

I’m pimping without the limp, what’s the pasta without the shrimp?

What’s the chopper without the inf, never pop up without my mink

It’s waist lift, most y’all niggas is straight simps

And I don’t deal with change unless it’s gon' make sense

I’m finessing this grey Bent and I ain’t gotta drive it

A million in wardrobe and I ain’t got a closet

And we flying private, first class even

Thirst cash season, first class heathens

I’m a violent pimp, I slap til my palm hurt

All you see is some blood, a track and a Converse

A long hearse if you skimming of the top

I’m big pimping like Hov with women on the yacht

Ten linen on the, rims spinning on the drop

A hundred on the band, hand spinning on the watch

Clam dinners on the spot, Castellano

Mano e mano, take ten paces, let off a hollow